Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Window Pain

I am short. The desk I use in the old veterinary clinic is high, because it was made for tall people. There is a window over the desk, which I closed yesterday when the storm hit. I tried to open it today, but FAILED. I put too much pressure on the glass pane and....crack. Busted. Shocked.

I looked down at my hand and realized I'd filleted my pointer and middle fingers. Blood, everywhere. I resolved to be rational. I sprinted out into the driveway and found OPA - the most rational being on the planet - arriving home from his surgery day at the clinic. I presented him with my maimed hand.

The competent veterinarian washed my cuts, applied ointment, and superglued my wounds. Then he bandaged my fingers. I never had to panic. Much.

But having a stroller to push, dinner to cook, and thousands of words to type...well, bandaged hands aren't ideal.

Onward, and thankful for medical professionals of ANY kind. Oh - and I really need to learn more about windows.

3 comments:

You are going to be amazed at how many things it takes two hands to do -- typing foremost. Zippers and ziploc bags. walking the dog -- although you probably don't have to scoop. Simple things. I can't wait 'til my stitches come out . . .

Ouch! So glad that you had somebody close by to help. It's hard caring for a toddler when you're not in tip-top shape, eh? I'm sure diaper changes are interesting with bandaged hands. Hope you heal quickly!

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After 30 years of southern living, I moved to Vermont with a new baby, veterinarian husband, five dogs, four cats, two goats, and a horse. Game on.
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